Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

Tiffanie Harkins, clad in a crop top tank, slung her purse over her shoulder with a flamboyant toss.

“I heard you got the boot from Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped up to director?”

family’s fourth daughter, notorious for her extravagant spending and for cycling through boyfriends like seasonal outfits.

the rose tattoos adorning her

“Just got back from the family estate. Uncle

avoid further entanglement, Spencer made to head upstairs to settle

tow to the garage and flashed a toothy grin at Spencer. ‘I’m actually headed up to see Maxie too.

at the sight of her dressed so inappropriately, daring to strut in front of Max in

Spencer’s rational mind began to regain control. This was the time for executive meetings;

first, her familiarity with the place evident as

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nonchalantly.

members’ faces were shades of displeasure. The document circulated by Dorsey International the previous day had set new rules for departmental appointments, challenging

man seated before the floor-to-ceiling

the newly promoted Brielle before

the discussions. Her eyes met Max’s just as a beam of sunlight glinted off the buttons of

“Ms. Haywood?”